Jade and amethyst and breath steer me through
this confusion. Wearing gemstone allies as the muddy tracks pull and suck and skew my perceptions. This road narrows, surprise
turning and the refuge that excited
disappears in this new conflagration. What rises to be embraced, once slighted and shunned, revealed: the key to creation.
Ally, Refuge, Excited and Jade.
As the sun flare knocks me out, I’m changing
in ways language can’t track. “I take a nap.” In the dark, pugnacious, I’m exchanging fighting words with my reflections. Unwrap
the filters, the false narratives which shred
upon inspection. Witness, at peace, clues, insights: natural power strips dead ways. Each slave collar revealed. In the true
expansion of now, I lift my controls
self-imposed despite the stories spoonfed from birth. A tourist in a strange new land I embrace the sun. Illusions, moon-led
no longer. I am the song’s harmony.
I bring unstinting praise. Blessings, dear world. Rippling like light, I touch wordlessly the change, allowing as my dark unfurls.
Pugnacious, Peace, Natural and Tourist.
For E and M
I’ve been holding my cards close to my chest.
Now for the big reveal. A royal flush, I take the pot. My winning hand’s the best. A victory dance. Yon player’s chance brush
with so much luck is incendiary.
You can’t wait to play again. We all win. The door’s now open; don’t tarry. Marry me, my dear darling. Let the games begin.
A diamond is crucial. I dig you in
spades. We create a new club full of heart. All the copies dissolve. Above the din our real resolve. New deal, love, let’s start.
Soundcloud recording here.
Only the luck of the draw can
explain this one. Inspired by: Copy, Flush, Crucial and this marvelous end of November full moon (featured image.)
The Revelation Wave lifts the veils on what has been created – personally and globally. For many, it is profound realization of Higher Truth….Forgiveness is necessary; the heightened dismantling will demand quick processing. Reveal, choose the highest interests of all, forgive, release, move on~Sandra Walter
My life ripples. The full moon pulls a fast
one, disappears as horizon-glint rose- gold reveals old architecture. The past dissolving in the weight of my wild prose.
As illusions rise, I claim creation’s
ambient flow: word, thought action repair my choice. My correction. These relations out of sync, I won’t succumb to despair.
Praise the snitches and whistleblowers. Light
moves in waves we cannot fathom. The deep unveiling reveals resources new, bright and unexpected. Assailing dwines. Leap
illuminates the way into now. Play
with all your heart, no holding back. Receive every breath. Miracles unfold. Day dawns. Alert, our sentries demand: Qui vive?
Soundcloud recording here.
Inspired by: Resource, Ambient, Succumb, Architecture and Snitch.
Featured image is a woodpecker landing high in a sunlit tree in the woods yesterday. One of woodpecker’s messages is: be alert! Opportunity comes knocking.
Sudden gratitude reveals reflections
so patiently held up course corrections
are addictive. Now is intensity
then falling back into the density.
How do I wake when fidelity flares
another rosy path? I hold. My cares
a frenzy I cling to no more. Mortal
and this sacred vessel my portal
and all of these new sensibilities
amplify my wild curiosity
Here at the top of my game, I ascertain
words cannot express tao cannot explain.
Inspired by: Amplify, Ascertain, Fidelity and Frenzy.
The preponderance of the evidence
excludes whole swaths of reality. Here’s the clitoris, tranquil on the surface deemed impertinent (and I’d wager feared)
by male anatomists who empower
what’s hanging obvious dangle from birth. I’m all about revelation. Power rises as hidden places reveal girth.
Inspired by: Birth, Preponderance, Impertinent and Tranquil. And this article on the clitoris sent to me by the indomitable Susan B.
Featured image is from an anatomically correct 3-D model of the clitoris (You could hold this in your hand for less than $20; search for them on etsy.com!)
Anatomical 3D clitoris model from this article in Atlantic.
Here the first now fall of snow
melts graciously on the roads, picture perfect white delight. I’m wearing gifts though I’ve worn out my welcome. Doughty heart sure
rejection abandonment betrayal
the dark motifs which hosted my disease. There is no death. Requesting wherewithal and sanctuary, where I’ll feel at ease.
Rise up, fear. In the early dawn, gobble
my illusions. I present you to sun. Disappear amorphous vapor. Trouble, my salvation, in now your cycle’s done.
Inspired by: Gobble, Motif, Vapor and Doughty. And deep healing of long-hidden patterns as I open more and more to now.
When the earth comes back into alignment
and the planets sing in joy, harmony restored, celebrate our intertwinement: connect in the knowing field part of me.
I’m cleaning up my act, leaving a map
in case you find I am a step ahead and all these waves fill you with dread, entrap you with fear too turbulent to steer. Spread
those wings you’ve hidden from yourself. Exalt.
Never a figment, your awesome power. Accept your crown. The breakup of your faults fuels your roar. Enter now empowered.
Inspired by: Breakup, Figment, Crown, Roar and Fault.
Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why.~Kurt Vonnegut
In dreamtime we meet with delight, nightly
adventures though the bridges between us we burned in our hubris, deemed unsightly, so now in real life, we’re Mars and Venus.
No man can hold a candle to you. Climb
in the realms where we seize now with whole hearts. Forgiving is easy outside of time. Ring my doorbell, and let’s refine our arts.
Inspired by: Candle, Amber, Hubris, Seize and my stubborn, slowly melting heart.
The gates have been blown down. Confused, we rush
and fumble, slapping up replacements. Bait and switch provokes a gush of emotions. Flawed devotions to normality crush
aberrations, weaving simple narrations
emerging in concert til dissonance demands isolation. When we’re unplugged, dopamine withdrawal imprisons us.
Outside, nature summons us to gifts wild
and free for the sensing. Stumble over rough ground, head in the stars. Insight reviled no more. Receptive now, we cross over.
Soundcloud recording here.
Inspired by: Provoke, Emerge, Concert, Aberration and Switch.